sickness in me
you resemble a disease
makes me
******
a bit queasy
the needles slippery
yet I need to feed
to bleed
to feel needed
even if this feeling is uneasy
you make me sick
like a disease
I beg for at my knees
a mere touch
a peculiar taste
I find myself wasting away
at the bottom of an ashtray
burnt out
exhumed with fumes
beginning of a drought
with this disease
in pursuit of a vaccine
ending of deceit
and a desire to feel complete
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
sickness in me
you resemble a disease
makes me
******
a bit queasy
the needles slippery
yet I need to feed
to bleed
to feel needed
even if this feeling is uneasy
you make me sick
like a disease
I beg for at my knees
a mere touch
a peculiar taste
I find myself wasting away
at the bottom of an ashtray
burnt out
exhumed with fumes
beginning of a drought
with this disease
in pursuit of a vaccine
ending of deceit
and a desire to feel complete
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